Pain is an erosion. It’s a corrosion of will.
DO something! This cycle must end before it ends you…
Let us start by saying I have some more time freed to feed my soul and heal up a bit…a thing I discovered was sorely needed; since I’d ignored both for far too long. (Shocking to discover both a smile and a soul in the same week!)
Deadline…handing over control; an important thing when you’re not fully occupying your own mind.
Every year it happens.
The light changes. A quality of atmosphere begins to fade. Dread and anxiety well up from some place, dark and deep. Life around me drifts down to the hibernation state, becomes skeletal and subsides to a place just above death.